Sep 2020
A funny thing about forever..
--it never, ever ends..
and so neither will we.
The spirit is free from
all of this-- it will always
remain lit..
only the flesh goes dark
as we leave its earth-laden husk, behind..
But the core-heart of Love's true ache will always,
always Remain.
In the calling out to one another
of the lovers up and down the strand
In the sound of the waves and the cries
of the seagulls, circling the sand
In the fragments of the songs
carried down the wind from some radio
In the murmuring of the city in the distance
ominous and low..
I hear the sound of the world where we played
And the far too simple beauty of the promises we made
If you ever need holding
call my name, and I'll be there
If you ever need holding
and no holding back, I'll see you through-
Sky, blue and black
https://youtu.be/GAu7gh7xoJo
xoxo
of the lovers up and down the strand
In the sound of the waves and the cries
of the seagulls, circling the sand
In the fragments of the songs
carried down the wind from some radio
In the murmuring of the city in the distance
ominous and low..
I hear the sound of the world where we played
And the far too simple beauty of the promises we made
If you ever need holding
call my name, and I'll be there
If you ever need holding
and no holding back, I'll see you through-
Sky, blue and black
https://youtu.be/GAu7gh7xoJo
xoxo
